We kept to ourselves, but left our land behind
and so we sailed our Ark across the Pangeion line.
And we learned to sow our clothes from all the leaves
that had tumbled far from home.
And in the clouds above we saw our parents get along
It was a year before he tore our world apart
It was a year before i saw the Dragon Storm
And now we waste our life, fighting Dinosaurs
spending most our time hiding in the Angel tree
But we hid the script under roots and vines in hope that you might find.
Monday, February 25, 2008
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